That Pivotal Generation

80sI’m not particularly fond of my generation but it is an interesting one for at least two reasons:

1.  We were the last generation to know a time before the internet and social media.

and

2.  We were (at least in my part of North Carolina) the first generation to be truly integrated with the negros.

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Civil rights organizations refer to the so-called “Massive Resistance”, a phrase describing the political resistance to school desegregation in the south.  Brown v Board was settled in ’54, but due to this evil white resistance, schools weren’t fully integrated until the early to mid 70’s.

I know little about this time period but a few anecdotes were passed down:

“We didn’t know if we were going to have to fight or what when the bell rang…” said one of my uncles.  My mother, also, recounted stories from that turbulent time.  Desegregation hit my town especially hard; I’m told we made national news for our negro riots.

Once, because of some disagreement with the school’s band director, a negro mob assembled on the lawn with molotov cocktails, threatening to burn it all down.  They had been successful before, having burned down a wing of the nearby elementary school; the high school was next on their list.  But then, as my mother recounts, my uncle Ralph – member of the young Republicans and president of the student body – grabbed up a megaphone and confronted the crowd.  What he said hasn’t remained in memory, but he managed to disperse the crowd and save the school, at least that day.  It wasn’t long though, until they were at it again…and this lead to one of the last chivalric confrontations my town will likely ever see:

I’m not sure what it was this time, but something sparked the mob again and they were heading for the historic downtown smashing windows as they went and threatening to burn everything in sight.  The town cops were too few to halt the mass and had to watch helpless.  Just when it looked as if our town was doomed, from around the corner, (and I imagine them silhouetted against the setting sun), came marching a few hundred masked Klansmen.  The force of their presence alone was enough to scatter the negros, and we’ve never had a riot since.

Now, while I’m sure the story is true, I’m not sure how much has been added over time or exaggerated.  But I do know a few old fellas (you might meet them at the country store in the mornings over coffee) who claim to have taken part…

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What do you think happened to the children of those who took part in the turbulence of that time?  You guessed it.  My generation is the offspring of those people and while the entitlement mindset and rage of the negro had only grown and been coddled since the early 70’s, particularly so for the children of the rioters, all vigor and resistance had been bred out of us.  Bred out in principle.

When our parents sent us off to government school, they were sending us into a slaughter house.  They should have known better.

But they sent us anyway because desegregation, by the early 80’s, had become common place.  Ours was the first (or at least, one of the first) generations to attend government school with no pretense of racial difference or segregated interests.  We were crowded by negros from day one and were only able to segregate accidentally, if we were lucky enough to qualify for the the AP or College level courses.

I have amateur sociological and psychological observations of how this affected my generation en mass, how it destroyed white society by causing us to turn on each other to avoid being fed to the mob, how it engendered pettiness and cruelty, and how it gave rise to an anti-Christian culture…but it’s enough for now to simply say that whether orchestrated by an army of jews with Ouija boards and calculators in Washington, or whether it happened randomly, our generation was the first of the new “Americans”.

I kind of wish, looking back, uncle Ralph had let the bastards burn it all down.

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4 Responses to That Pivotal Generation

  1. Alan J. Perrick says:

    This reads like a good blogpost – narrative, moral lessons, perspective. Very smart.

    A.J.P.

  2. Ken says:

    Right on. I’ve thought the same thing regarding your two points. Born in ’79. Kids today are somewhat surprised when I tell them that only a few “rich” kids had Internet when I graduated high school, and I was one of the majority who had yet to even get online. It really wasn’t that long ago, yet a world away from today.

    • I was probably a freshman in highschool when I visited one of my “rich” friends’ house and experienced the net for the first time. I was infatuated with chatrooms – the ability to talk to people via the computer.

      I think I was a senior when we finally got the net at home, and we only got it thanks to an eccentric, tech-savvy uncle. And it was there I found a Christian chatroom and first encountered challenges to my Faith, with lead me down the road of self-education. I eventually realized that atheism, the cults, and unbelief, were symptoms of a larger problem afflicting something called “Western Civilization”.

      I thank God everyday for the internet; without it, I wouldn’t even be a shadow of who I am today.

  3. Tim Harris says:

    It’s funny, I was in high school in yankee-occupied northern virginia in the early 70’s, and though the school must have been 10% negro, I don’t recall seeing a single one ever — except for an Oreo that played saxophone in the band. The administration must have figured out a way to retain segregation in fact while integrating technically.

    Those men should have statues build in their honor.

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